H Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with H. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Harold, like the rest of us, had many impressions which saved him the trouble of distinct ideas.”
Source: Felix Holt, The Radical
“Harold, the young kids out there are not going to be willing to go to the barricades in defense of lowered transaction costs.”
“Haroun shook his head. “This is not a thing for rifles. If they are seen there will be questions. For tonight we have daggers only.”
Source: No Road to Khartoum
“Harout Pamboukjian is one of the biggest Armenian folk singers in the world. In the '70s, he was making these records that were really Zeppelin-influenced.”
“HARP music is really music from Heaven...That is why it sounds so sweet. If you stop and think about it---a PIANO is really a HARP turned sideways, with pedals.
When a pianist sits down and begins to play---the piano sends forth its own unique HARP sounds......For one who is truly trained with excellence, it is as though the two HARPS link up together, and a little taste of Heaven's music comes forth to bring the sweetness that can be found in no other instruments here on earth.”
“Harper Broussard was the one for him.
But he knew she didn't know that yet.”
Source: Getting Off Easy
“Harper?” Cash murmured after a long moment.
“Hmm?” I turned my head.
“Do you believe in Santa?”
I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. “Yeah, I do.”
He adjusted his head to look at me. “Even though he’s something our parents say isn’t real?”
I nodded. “Yeah, definitely. There’s usually some kind of truth behind stories.”
He looked up to the tree then to me. “Think we can see him tonight?”
I laughed and sat up. “Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn’t hurt to try.”
Source: Christmas Wishes
“Harper, did you just... did you just throw a pen at Liz?"
"Oh my gosh, no, Mrs. Ford! I was just... um... writing really fast because there was so much information to take in, and I had, like, some lotion? On my hands? Anyway the pen flew out of my hand and hit Liz”
Source: Rebel Belle
“Harper: In your experience of the world. How do people change?
Mormon Mother: Well it has something to do with God so it's not very nice.
God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain! We can't even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It's up to you to do the stitching.
Harper: And then up you get. And walk around.
Mormon Mother: Just mangled guts pretending.
Harper: That's how people change.”
Source: Angels in America
“Harper knew Wayne Storr must've told the kitchen staff to go all out with this dinner, because she couldn't believe the quality of every course. Seared scallops with charred scallions, slow-cooked lamb shoulder with fennel ricotta, grass-fed rib eye with polenta and salsa verde, finished with a tiramisu that made her eyes roll back in her head. At least, that's what it felt like, and if Manny's rapturous expression was any indication, he liked it too.
"That is categorically the best meal I've ever had." He patted his stomach and groaned. "And I'm not going to eat for the next week, so I'm stuffed."
"Me too."
But she knew a good way to burn off the calories, and she couldn't wait any longer. While the food may have been delicious, watching Manny eat had been torture. His lips wrapping around a scallop, his tongue flicking out to capture a dab of salsa verde on his lip, the small, satisfied groan as he spooned the final scoop of tiramisu into his mouth.
He'd driven her slowly but surely crazy.
It seemed like the entire meal had been one giant exercise in foreplay, and she'd been patient long enough.
Time for dessert.
In her case, greed was good.”
Source: The Man Ban
“Harper laughed awkwardly at my awkwardness because awkwardness is always multiplied and never divided.”
Source: Run Away
“Harper Lee was legendarily private. I've never known such a private woman in my life. It's no surprise that she left Monroeville, a gossipy little southern town where everybody wants to know everybody's business, and went to the most anonymous city in America.”
“Harper once read an article about hummingbirds, and how with certain kinds, the sunlight becomes a prism through their wings and the prism becomes a rainbow. All that's left is the shadow of the little bird in the photo and the rainbow wings that carry it through gardens. Moving from beauty to beauty, of kept promises with each open, living flower. Everlasting hope. Everlasting covenant.
Even dead seeds make roots, and roots underground sprout blooms, and the rain falls, and in due time and in due season the hummingbird returns, looking for nectar and hoping to find a harvest. Carrying her story in her rainbow wings, from generation to generation.”
Source: The Dress Shop on King Street
“Harper?
Pain.
Sleep.”
Source: A Curse So Dark and Lonely
“Harper planted her ballet flats against the cobblestone street while the white bow at the back of her blouse flapped in the breeze. Flowers in pinks and purples caught on the breeze and floated over wrought-iron cemetery walls.”
Source: The Dress Shop on King Street
“Harper smiles just a little. “You know...”
Oren tilts his head.
“Um, never mind.”
“Man, don’t do that. It’s the worst.”
Harper shakes his head, cheeks turning hot. He rubs his face against his shoulder. “Just pointless, sentimental what-ifs.”
“What-ifs can be like wishes. You don’t have to squash them.”
Source: Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Black Tree Chaise
“Harper walked over to her reception desk. “What’s with the Tyson look-alikes out there? I almost couldn’t get in here.”
Pixie frowned. “Better go ask your boy-o. Famous rock star in the house.” Pixie accentuated her comment with the poke of her pen.
Jeez, he was huge. And built. And shirtless. Okay, enough staring. Well, maybe just for another second. Trent was leaning over the guy, and she could tell from the wide-reaching spread of purple transfer lines that he was just beginning a sleeve on the other man’s lower arm. The guy in the chair might well be a rock star— although Harper would never admit she had no clue who he was— but he was wincing. Harper could totally feel for him.
Trent was in his usual position— hat on backward, gloves on, and perched on a stool.
Harper approached them nervously. The big guy’s size and presence were a little intimidating.
“I don’t bite.” Oh God. He was talking to her.
“Excuse me?”
He sucked air in between clenched teeth. “I said I don’t bite. You can come closer.” His blue eyes were sparkling as he studied her closely.
Trent looked up. “Hey, darlin’,” he said, putting the tattoo machine down and reaching for her hand. “Dred, this is my girl, Harper. Harper, this is Dred Zander from the band Preload. He’s one of the other judges I told you about.”
Wow. Not that she knew much about the kind of music that Trent listened to, but even she had heard of Preload. That certainly explained the security outside.
Dred reached out his hand and shook hers. “Nice to meet you, Harper. And a pity. For a minute, I thought you were coming over to see me.”
“No,” Harper exclaimed quickly, looking over at Trent, who was grinning at her. “I mean, no, I was just bringing Trent some cookies.” Holy shit. Was she really that lame? It was like that moment in Dirty Dancing when Baby told Johnny she carried a watermelon.
Dred turned and smiled enigmatically at Trent. “I see what you mean, man.”
“Give.” Smiling, Trent held out his hand. Reaching inside her bag, she pulled out the cookies and handed the container to him.
“Seriously, dude, she’s the best fucking cook on the planet.” Trent paused to take a giant bite. “You got to try one,” he mumbled, offering the container over.
Harper watched, mortified, as a modern-day rock legend bit into one of her cookies.
Dred chewed and groaned. “These are almost as good as sex.”
Harper laughed.
“Not quite,” Trent responded, giving her a look that made her burn. “You should try her pot roast. Could bring a grown man to his knees.”
Source: The Strongest Steel
“Harper: You, the one part of
the real world I wasn't allergic to.”
Source: Perestroika
“Harpernus Stoyan, if you can't behave yourself and go and turn all Roman hands and Russian Fingers under that comforter, you're going to have to sit on the couch," Stephanie snapped, sounding for all the world like a stern schoolteacher.”
“Harpie mends like a motherfucker! All provocative and sensual and full of agonisingly exquisite scars. She has that strain of devilry and high-jinks that ill-advised and irrational men flee from …. And return to when it’s too late”
Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“Harpies, n. A disease transmitted to humans by birds with human faces.”
“Harping should be limited to musical instruments. - Charmainism”
Source: Shake Hands with Yourself: A Peacemaker's Guide to Happiness & Inner Peace
“Harpist, guitarist: which did she want to be? She was not ready to make that decision.”
Source: Gossamer Axe
“Harpists spend 90 percent of their lives tuning their harps and 10 percent playing out of tune.”
“Harpo, she's a lovely person. She deserves a good husband. Marry her before she finds one.”
“Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel]. 'You had a vision,' he said flaty. Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.”
“Harriet Beecher Stowe did not write Uncle Tom’s Cabin for Tom, Aunt Chloe, or any black people to read. Her contemporary readership was white people, those who needed, wanted, or could relish the romance.”
Source: The Origin of Others
“Harriet Beecher Stowe thought Uncle Tom's Cabin was written through her by Another Hand, so little did she know what was going to happen from moment to moment in the book. She herself was amazed at what she was writing.”
Source: For Writers Only: Inspiring Thoughts on the Exquisite Pain and Heady Joy of the Writing Life from Its Great Practitioners
“Harriet Beecher Stowe was thirty-nine when she began Uncle Tom's Cabin. She had given birth to seven children and seen one die. She wrote her book to be serialized in an abolitionist newspaper. Much of it she composed on the kitchen table in between the cooking, mending, tending to her house.”
“Harriet didn't fit well into the world that whisked past. She didn't want a life common to most women or to live as a man. She desired something in between: to do the same as men could--free of question or scrutiny--but unabashedly as a woman. And when returning home each night, she wanted to share her excitement and successes and her disappointments and challenges with a woman like Barbara Wozniak.”
Source: The Case of the Missing Maid
“Harriet Jones: Did you notice when they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't just smell like a fart, if you'll pardon the word, it's something else. What is it? It's more like, um... Rose Tyler: Bad breath. Harriet Jones: That's it! The Doctor: Calcium decay. Now that Narrows it down!.. Calcium phosphate. Organic calcium. Living calcium. Creatures made out of living calcium. What else - what else? Hyphenated surnames. Yes! That narrows it down to one planet! Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey Smith: [sarcastically] Oh yeah, great! We can write 'em a letter.”
“Harriet Levin [is] a shining poet in her generation.... The dynamics of her language and her vigorous voice distinguish all her poems. Levin's fearless willingness to tackle any subject combines with her subtle intelligence to produce a rare reading experience, the moving, psychologically sophisticated and intriguing work of a poet with both guts and craft”
“Harriet loved her new persona. As Maxine, she was courageous and accomplished, a woman of sophistication equally at home in Cannes or on the Indian subcontinent. As Maxine she didn't walk, she strode; she did not merely see, but beheld. The very air she breathed was bracing. Here was a conqueror of worlds.”
Source: Hannah's Dream
“Harriet Miers is totally qualified for the Supreme Court of the United States. Her legal background, her absolute leadership in the legal field when she was a practicing lawyer are unqualified.”
“Harriet Miers isn't qualified to play a Supreme Court justice on The West Wing , let alone to be a real one.”
“Harriet Nelson was my idol when I was growing up. She was everything I wanted to become-- a wife, a mother, and a homemaker. I watched The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet every week on television, reverently noting Harriet's clever way with her husband and sons, her calm demeanor, how she dressed up each day to stay at home taking care of her family. I loved how they worshipped her. And I coveted her apron.
My own mother was an amazing woman; long before it was the norm, she had a college degree, worked full time, and raised six children. She enjoyed her career and was successful at it, but as far as I was concerned, the job I wanted was Harriet's.”
Source: The Apron Book: Making, Wearing, and Sharing a Bit of Cloth and Comfort
“Harriet never minded admitting she didn't know something. So what, she thought, I could always learn.”
Source: Harriet the Spy
“Harriet, to hide her excitement, had turned to the bookshelves in the corner between the windows and the fireplace. The books, untidily arranged, some standing, some piled on their sides, with newspapers and magazines wedged among them, confused her. There were no sets and a great many were paper-backed. She saw friends - Mr. Dickens was present — and nodding acquaintances - Laurence Sterne, for instance, and Theodore Dreiser — but they were among strangers: Henry Miller, Norman Douglas, Saki, Ronald Firbank, strangers all.”
Source: Table For Four
“Harriet Tubman, born into slavery, her head injured by an overseer when she was fifteen, made her way to freedom alone as a young woman, then become the most famous conductor on the Underground Railroad. She made nineteen dangerous trips back and forth, often disguised, escorting more than three hundred slaves to freedom, always carrying a pistol, telling the fugitives, "You'll be free or die." She expressed her philosophy: "There was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other; for no man should take me alive. . .”
Source: A People’s History of the United States: 1492 - Present
“Harriet Tubman didn't have strategy meetings or a movement behind her, she was the movement, she was inspired by being sick and tired of the injustice she was experiencing and she knew she had a right to liberty or death, one or the other she was going to have by any means necessary.”
“Harriet Tubman fought American slavery single handed and was a pioneer in that organized effort known as the Underground Railroad.”
“Harriet Tubman is the perpetuation of a "Super Soul Sunday" every day. Learning about her and the layers of her helps you to see that the same woman who holds a gun and an axe felt feelings for a man.”
“Harriet Tubman lived to see the harvest.”
Source: Works for Children and Young Adults: Biographies
“Harriet Tubman was an astronaut, traversing the south to the north by navigating the stars.”
“Harriet Tubman,
woman of earth, whipscarred,
a summoning, a shinning”
Source: Collected Prose
“Harriet van Horne He makes love to me expertly, mechanically, coldly... He's pressing all my buttons, as if I were a pocket calculator.”
“Harriet was reminded of Doamna Flöhr’s claim that the exclusiveness of the Jews was the exclusiveness of the excluded.”
Source: The Great Fortune
“Harriet, Hi! Light of my eye! Come to the pictures and have a good cry, For it's jolly old Saturday, Mad-as-a-hatter-day, Nothing-much-matter-day-night!”
“Harriett est floue en automne. C'est la faute des feuilles mortes, ça fait glisser les souvenir.”
Source: Les guerres précieuses
“HARRINGTON: And God hears your prayer, doesn't he? We hear Joy's getting better.
...
LEWIS: That's not why I pray, Harry. I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me, waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God, it changes me.”
Source: Shadowlands: A Play